on my half-hour sanity break right before the daily grind dims my faint light in desperate need for an outlet of ease emotions run high way too high only that one Turkish TV series will do as melodramatic as an audio-visual lift can be the camera follows the tear-clad remorse-bathed magnetizing tragedy-filled episodes one after another still among the living the loved and loving ones refresh the ground of the rashly poured soil a water bin waits by their side for its turn while they ask for forgiveness over and over all hopes abandoned yet again and again wishing against all odds a worldly sign to pay them a visit they will crowd each of the graveyards to hear a forgive me resonate inside their own . . . hülya n. yılmaz, March 28.2016 A post-mortem dedication to Dr. Mahmut Oğuz Ergün (5.7.1931-3.28.2015), my larger-than-life uncle - my last beloved on my mother's side of the family
. . . an attempt at escapism . . .
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love it . . . nice thoughts and writing 🙂
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Thank you for your visit, dear Bill, and for your kind comment. It made me very happy to see you here but also to receive this kind of a comment from you.
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